Chapter 414: The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (25)
He Liming's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and he turned around to get the gold-painted lacquer box.
When he opened the lid, the cool scent of the medicine mixed with camphor hit his face, making his mind a little clearer.
He Liming scooped up some ointment with a silver spoon, and the stirring of the silver spoon made a slight sound, which was particularly clear in this quiet environment.
He Liming could hear his own heartbeat very clearly, like the beating of a drum, hitting his eardrums again and again.
"Lift your legs up a little." He Liming heard that his voice was hoarse and completely different from usual, but he still forced himself to remain calm and held Qingwu's calves steadily.
When the moon-white undergarment slowly slid down Qingwu's body to her knees, He Liming's breathing suddenly stopped.
On those legs that were originally more delicate than mutton-fat jade, two light red scratches meandered to the inner thighs. In the candlelight, they shone with a faint water light, like two drops of peach wine splashed in the snow.
He Liming, seemingly expressionless, carefully applied ointment inside and out on the red marks on the inside of Qingwu's thigh.
I finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt that I was very irritable.
All the years of abstinence were shattered in an instant.
No matter how well he pretends, He Liming is essentially a man through and through.
It would be strange if a man had no reaction when faced with such a stunning beauty, especially his beloved.
So He Liming believes that all his reactions now are perfectly normal.
But the person who started all this seemed to be unaware of it.
She still looked at him ignorantly, with only innocence and confusion in her clear eyes.
He didn't know what to do.
The gauze curtain trembled slightly on the gilded hook, as if it could feel He Liming's rapid breathing, and his breath ironed out tiny wrinkles on it, just like his chaotic mood at the moment.
The prairie fire began to burn fiercely, as if it would devour everything.
Qingwu's fingertips had just touched the laces of her moon-white inner garment when her hand was suddenly tightly covered by a hot palm.
Qingwu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of He Liming's Adam's apple rolling up and down on the dark red collar.
Before she could react, the other hand had already grasped her waist tightly like an iron clamp, as if to embed her entire body into his bones.
The rosewood bed creaked slightly beneath the two of them, and the tassels hanging from the corners of the bed swayed gently with their movements, breaking the candlelight into specks of gold foil that sprinkled like starlight on Qingwu's rosy ears, making her skin look as delicate as white jade.
Qing Wu turned her head slightly, as if asking He Liming what happened.
Her eyes were clear and innocent, but the blush at the corners of her eyes was like a burning flame, captivating.
He Liming didn't move for a moment.
But my body was very hot.
At this moment, He Liming's mind became clearer.
He seemed to suddenly remember something important, and began to weigh the pros and cons in his mind, carefully analyzing all the previous clues.
Then I became more and more frightened.
Getting more and more...sinking.
He Liming's eyes were heavy. He first said, "Awu, can we stop learning?"
His voice seemed to slide along her earlobe, with a hint of indelible hoarseness at the end, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
If you don't want to be an emperor, you don't need to learn these things.
Qing Wu smelled the scent of pine resin mixed with medicine on his robe. It was the wound medicine he had just applied, but now it strangely exuded the scent of lust.
"It hurts, doesn't it? Your skin is so delicate..."
He Liming's fingertips gently stroked the soft hair on Qingwu's waist. Through the thin clothes, he carefully traced the outline of her butterfly bones.
The moonlight shone through the veil onto them, being cut by his silhouette and casting an ambiguous shadow at the corners of Qingwu's eyes.
She lowered her eyes and looked at He Liming's hands folded in her knees. His knuckles were slightly white from the force.
Qingwu suddenly realized that this was a test from the man behind his words.
He was testing her options.
but......
She never had a choice.
There is only one choice.
"No, sir."
Qingwu's voice was soft and gentle, as if carrying a hint of indescribable tenderness, conveying some other meaning.
"Awu needs to learn."
——She wants to be the master of the Daning Dynasty.
It is convenient to communicate with smart people.
But whether you can make two people reach a consensus or make him work for you depends on what kind of chips you offer.
He Liming stared at Qingwu for a few seconds.
His eyes were like a deep pool, calm and profound.
From the clear eyes to the delicate nose.
From the whole face to the whole body.
They were completely captivated by his gaze.
"Awu, have you thought about it? Don't you regret it?"
He Liming did not ask Qingwu when she developed such ambition.
On the contrary, he felt delighted.
That's right, his little princess should be so unruly and assertive.
She should have enjoyed the best of everything in the world and had the most legitimate identity.
During this period of time, He Liming's thoughts had already changed.
The late emperor was dead, and from now on all his wishes would be in accordance with Qingwu.
He would give Awu whatever Qingwu wanted.
Or maybe...
What did Qingwu get?
But in this world, nothing happens without asking for anything in return.
If Qingwu wants to achieve her goal, she must pay a certain price.
Come up with some chips that will make He Liming willing to give everything for her.
At this moment, the man's gaze was like a burning flame, as if to devour Qingwu whole.
But Qingwu didn't have the slightest fear in her heart. She looked at him calmly, with even a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.
The moonlight was like water, shining through the gauze curtain onto Qingwu's body, and shattered into pieces of shimmering silver scales on her wrists.
She lightly twisted the bed curtain with her fingertips, watching the gauze as thin as a cicada's wing turn into a translucent mist in her palm, just like her unfathomable thoughts.
When she lowered her eyes, her black hair cascaded like an ink waterfall, revealing the light blue veins on her neck intentionally or unintentionally.
In the flickering candlelight, the blood vessels glow with the luster of mother-of-pearl, appearing and disappearing, which is very tempting.
"Sir, are you feeling sorry for Awu?" The last syllable was gently crushed by the night wind, wrapped in the sweetness of Jiangnan plum wine, and slowly floated into He Liming's ears.
Qingwu looked up at He Liming's eyes which were filled with lust and madness. His eyes were as deep as a pool of water, but in the depths there were two balls of dark fire that were more blazing than a bonfire.
The gauze curtain between the two people was gently blown by the breeze, causing ripples. This layer of gauze concealed half of Qingwu's face in a hazy manner, leaving only a cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye that was as red as a drop of blood.
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